The tones in your voice are shards of glass
pressed against my skin in the most painful way
Breathtaking views of who you could be flash before my eyes
like old home videos somehow would
That place where I used to go that brought me so much joy
so much peace, is now a stranger, and I'm so sad
You're just a clown now, performing the old dance we used to do
together, but you dance alone this time, looking like a fool to me.
I have no idea who I am anymore,
I've gotten so lost in this big city
and I cant remember for the life of me
Who I was.
How I got here.
Where is home.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 7:03 PM UTC
The tones in your voice are shards of glass
pressed against my skin in the most painful way
Breathtaking views of who you could be flash before my eyes
like old home videos somehow would
That place where I used to go that brought me so much joy
so much peace, is now a stranger, and I'm so sad
You're just a clown now, performing the old dance we used to do
together, but you dance alone this time, looking like a fool to me.
I have no idea who I am anymore,
I've gotten so lost in this big city
and I cant remember for the life of me
Who I was.
How I got here.
Where is home.